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Chapter 19

Nabi's P.O.V

"Namjoon knows." The text said.

I didn't really know how to feel about that. I was mostly just surprised. Maybe a little relieved, though I knew it didn't change much. With a yawn, I laid my head back down on V's pillow. His text had woken me up a few minutes before, but I was grateful. So grateful for morning. After a few more minutes of just laying there and staring up at his pristine ceiling, I pulled myself from the bed.

"Oh, you're up early, especially for a Saturday," a sweet voice suddenly said.

I jumped and turned to see a woman with short brown hair and a square jaw, peaking her head through the door.

"Mm. I guess so," I agreed.

I decided it was his mom.

"Well, do you want something to eat?" She stepped into the room.

"Actually, I think I'm going somewhere with Jin," I lied.

I didn't want to eat with V's family, scared of them noticing something strange about me. And it would just be so awkward. Too awkward for me to handle.

"Oh, really?" She turned to leave. "Have fun, then."

I sighed in relief as she closed the door behind her. Well, that was awkward. I thought, cringing. Was V not very close with his mom? His family? She had seemed almost...distant. I frowned while grabbing V's phone.

"Jin, can we go out for something to eat together?" I texted.

I chewed my lips while waiting for a reply. Of course I knew he would be bombarding me about my feelings, but since I'd spent the most time with him, I felt a bit more comfortable being with him than any of the others.

"Sure! Jimin and I just made plans. I'll tell him you're joining." He replied.

I cringed at the thought of someone else coming, but I supposed it would be less awkward. With a sigh, I texted him back.

"Okay. Will you come pick me up?"

"Be ready 15 minutes." He said.

I changed my shirt, not really caring how much my pants were starting to smell. I just hoped no one else would notice. I went ventured into his large bathroom and found a toothbrush, feeling so clean after brushing. I also found some deodorant for which I almost shouted for joy. I was ready with five minutes to go.

"Bye, Eomma!" I called as naturally sounding as possible, before slamming the front door.

As I sat and waited for Jin, I pulled out the phone again, and contemplated the text about Namjoon. But how did he find out? Was what I wondered. But I didn't want to text back V. The anger at him had still ceased to calm down. Jin honked his car horn at that moment, and I jogged up to join them.

"Where are we eating?" I asked while hopping into the car.

"Hyung's still deciding." Jimin rolled his eyes.

I nodded and leaned back in the seat, as Jin grabbed his now ringing phone.

"Hello?" He said. "Sure! Jimin and Tae and I are headed somewhere now, want us to swing by and pick you up?...really? Okay, then...see you in five."

Jin turned to us as he set his phone down.

"Namjoon's coming with us," he announced.

"Good. Maybe he can decide for us then," Jimin said.

I, however, gulped. Now that Namjoon knew about us, what was I supposed to say? Was I even supposed to say anything to him? What would he say? Had he told others? I began feeling clammy as we pulled into the driveway of his dark blue house. He jogged out of the house a few moments later. When he opened the car door, I immediately made eye contact. Even though that was the last thing I'd wanted to do. He watched me curiously as the car began to move again.